The little one's purse connects the two worlds, turning a desolate village into a paradise.

The escalator slowly descended to the first floor. Cheng You picked up Ya Ya and the stroller and carried them to an open space nearby, asking in a low voice, "Which way do we go?"

Ya Ya pointed in a direction, "I live over there, I can get back by myself!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the little one looked up enthusiastically and greeted her, "Sister, do you want me to take you home? I know this area very well, and I can even take the bus!"

Cheng You couldn't help but chuckle softly. This kid was not only bold but also very outgoing.

The shopping cart was significantly heavier than before, indicating that they had gone upstairs to buy something. The only thing missing from the small watch and cart was a microphone; it seems this might also be part of their so-called "work-study" routine.

"No need for you to see me off. I know this place better than you do. You're so young and you're always worrying about nothing. Go back by yourself. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, she vigorously rubbed Ya Ya's little head and quickly walked out of the commercial city.

Ya Ya stood there waving her little hand as she watched the other person walk away, then helped herself back to Lotus Village with her little cart.

The rain was still drizzling, and the damp air, carrying the scent of earth, was completely different from the mixed smells of food in the night market.

The water vat outside the courtyard clattered loudly as the rain pelted it, while everyone inside was busy with their own weaving.

Grandpa Sun, who was quick and efficient, already had a pair of two-tone straw sandals woven to his side. The natural color and indigo were woven into a rounded toe, giving them a touch of the ocean.

Grandma Wang was finishing up the shoes in her hands, and Sister Xinghua was focused on weaving a small hat with holes, with a finished hat already placed beside her.

The most impressive one has to be Sister Gouya. In just one trip to the night market, Sister Gouya had accumulated five small hats, each one tiny and cute, adorned with pretty beads or wrapped with flowing ribbons.

Ya Ya strolled around with her hands behind her back, and seeing everyone busy, she didn't say anything. She then moved a chair and dragged her stroller to sit at the table.

Actually, everyone had already noticed that Ya Ya was back, but since she didn't say anything, they didn't dare to ask. Everyone pretended to be busy with their hands, but actually they were all peeking at her with their ears open, wondering what Ya Ya had brought this time.

Fang Tiesheng didn't know how to do these weaving skills, and he was currently huddled in his room studying his notes.

Ya Ya reached out and carefully moved all the fabric from the trolley onto the table.

Grandma Liu, who had just come out of the house, spotted Ya Ya sitting at the table and quickly went over to help her.

Upon closer inspection of the large stack of fine, brightly colored fabrics on the table, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my goodness, you bought so many nice fabrics all at once!"

Grandma Liu gently stroked the top layer of fabric, finding it delicate and smooth to the touch. As she flipped it over, she discovered not only light and breathable soft materials but also thick and durable fabrics, most of which were brightly colored and came in a variety of patterns.

There are also a few pictures that resemble the coarse linen clothes worn by the villagers.

Grandma Liu roughly counted them; there were a total of thirty-six pieces of cloth. Each piece was not small, and although they were not as large as a whole bolt of cloth, they could be pieced together to make more than a dozen complete outfits, enough for them to wear for a long time.

She cautiously began, "Daughter, all this fine fabric must have cost several thousand. We have enough clothes; we don't need to buy so much good material..."

In the minds of Granny Liu and the others, a piece of cloth over there was equivalent to one coin. A bolt of ordinary linen cloth would cost three to five hundred coins. Although these pieces of cloth were smaller, they were of superior quality and looked far superior to linen cloth. Each piece of cloth would cost at least eighty or ninety coins.

According to their calculations, this stack of cloth must be worth at least several thousand!

Does Nannan have any money left? These last few trips have cost quite a bit.

And with this rain, we don't know when it will stop, so we can't sell the snails. What if our daughter goes over there and sees something she wants to buy but doesn't have the money? Or maybe we can go to the nearby mountains to dig up some wild vegetables when the rain gets a little lighter?

The others in the courtyard also pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

"It's not expensive, Grandma. I saw a really tall and big mountain of cloth over there. These are the cloths I picked from the mountain. You can get four pieces of cloth for ten dollars. These only cost ninety dollars in total!" Ya Ya proudly patted the cloths on the table.

"Only ninety out of so many?" Ji Chuntao couldn't sit still any longer and leaned closer, her eyes filled with disbelief.

These materials look very bright from a distance, and even better up close. They also feel soft to the touch. And this whole stack is only ninety?

Her gaze fell on a large piece of very light green cloth. The cloth was somewhat like linen, but it felt more comfortable to the touch. She wondered if anyone over there would like it if it were made into a cover-up or jacket and embroidered with patterns when it got hot.

"Yes, it's ninety. If we had more time, I would have kept looking!" Ya Ya said with a little regret.

Then, her little hands pulled out a piece of black fabric with small yellow and white daisies from the pile of cloth. "Aunt Chuntao, I want to make this into pants for my sister."

Although this area is a bit dark, Ya Ya remembers that the older sister who helped her was always dressed in black, so she guessed that her sister liked this color.

"Is this Sister He Miao? She can make pants. Is she fatter or thinner than Auntie?" Ji Chuntao took the cloth from Ya Ya.

"It wasn't Sister He Miao, it was a sister with dark circles under her eyes, thin like my aunt, but a head taller than my aunt." Ya Ya gestured. "That sister helped me twice, I think I can give it to her next time I see her. Her pants have so many holes."

"Okay, Auntie will make one for you." Ji Chuntao understood. Regardless of whether they could meet again, as long as it was made, Nannan could store it in her space.

"Nannan...did you ask that question?" Fang Tiesheng came out of the house when he heard the noise, and his eyes flashed with joy when he saw the table full of cloth.

So many good materials!

"Ask away, Grandpa Fang, the shop manager is right! It turned into electricity."

"Okay! Okay... Grandpa understands." Fang Tiesheng clenched his right fist and slapped his left palm, adding this item to Boss Zhao's purchase list later.

If they can make small boards, they must be able to make large boards too. Maybe the walls over there are covered with boards like these.

He just kept writing, writing down his thoughts, trusting that Boss Zhao could solve it.

Fang Tiesheng was just thinking of going back inside to add a few more strokes when he noticed another box on the table. Ya Ya took out her phone and clapped her hands:

"Hey everyone, come quick! I bought some good stuff!"

As she spoke, she opened the box on the table herself, "Ta-da! Come on, come and see, lots of little shovels, everyone gets one!"

The three people at the table stared wide-eyed at the small black shovels crammed together inside.